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Alright, so an athletics roll is required. If failed, roll another will power...

oh yes, love nymphs. might be a couple days, but dm me if you've got any preferences...

Oh that is a critical failure indeed... Roll 2d20+10, then double it to find kateals new Weight...

Katael strode confidently to the crashed carriage, slowed only by the snow and the slight pinch of her faulds upon her widened hips. The Devil Born was constantly feeling like she was sucking in her newly acquired belly since squeezing into her plate. Each pinch and poke was an extra reminder to watch her diet and suppress her sinful innate nature in hopes of heavenly reward. Her sword Brave Blade seemed to hum in a reminder that she had to dedicate herself to the purifying task of righteous crusade, to not forget that she, a base creature, could never relax her vigilance one moment lest her inner evilness overwhelm her. Look at Princess Caspiana for instance, once an agile heartbreaker with the legs of a gazelle and the waist of a wasp, now a demi-human tidal wave of lard. Such a big ball of corpulent rolls, pouring over each other. Legs swollen into uselessness, thighs so huge her knees couldn't bend and cankles so thick they poured over her feet. A gut bigger than a carraige, its stacked folds taller than Katael in heeled boots. Breasts bigger than the shots of a siege cannonade, hanging heavy and soft with nipples bigger than tea kettles and her face...her face round as a ball, with so many chins she couldn't turn her head and cheeks so fat her eyes could barely open... "Sir Katael?" Gabrielle said, the chubby elf's voice raised in alarm. Katael's eyes shot open, realizing that she'd been drifting off into the hellish thoughts of lust. Snarling, she focused her attention upon the carriage, yellow eyes narrowing at seeing the enemy who had emerged from it... A powerfully built female knight: A tall human woman of about twenty. Knightess Tessa Konmark, a daughter of the commander of the Pure, and a haughty hater of the impure devil borns and angelborn. Pale of skin and dark of hair, ehr curvaceous/muscular body is clad in expensive furs and slightly impractical but well polished armor, displaying her plump chest and tight waist with a sculpted breast plate, while a short skirt and high leather boots display legs for days. Katael can tell that she's not an experienced soldier, her armor is impractical, there's no helmet and her sword doesn't have a mark on it. But her body is very fit, suggesting serious exercise and thanks to Katael's recent softening she might be fitter than the paladin, and she has a small chest by her feet, likely holding the cure for the Princess. "i see your diabolic will is enough to let you ignore a symbol of the true church, you chunky servant of the pit!!!" Tessa sneers, holding the hour glass holy symbol of the God of Purity, "So draw steel, you impure slav of Hell and prepare to return to the abyss!" Roll Athletics for a duel! Or was it not a Knight but instead... A svelte female sorceress: A petite human woman who looks about thirty. Lady Sorceress Hannah d'Plumpe, a renowned beauty and deep hater of sin. With soft skin dark as mahogany and magically dyed white curls to her ankles, d'Plumpe wears a pure white dress of silk and the furs of a white wolf from the Jotun range. Her body is svelte and petite...although a few notches out at her belt, a corset struggling to hold in her cleavage, some extra snugness in the dark flesh of her thighs poking through a run in her stockings and the slightest bit of extra flesh under her chin suggests d'Plumpe has had too many feasts at the decadent capital. Katael had better hope the extra chunk has screwed over d'Plumpe's magic as the sorceress has a spell prepared to cast! "You had to get in the damn way," d'Plumpe sneered, tugging at her corset, and putting a small boot on a chest at her feet, "cursed devil born, we'll be better off when your kind knows their place!" Roll Willpower!

Ummm, damage should be dm discretion. And I need to update....

Really this whole thing is a hostess fruit pie reference.

Her face is leaner than it had been, but her gut/hips are about the same.

Playing further, it's actually difficult to keep your character at a healthy weight once they're over 40. You can feast and be fat and happy or diet and be miserable with a low chance of actually losing weight. And this is without the gluttonous trait and with characters that have a high martial, which makes wg harder. I raised one daughter to be a diplomat and she got a gluttonous trait from an event, she was a chonk by twenty.

So, a power rangers Wg is almost too ridiculous to believe...but I love it anyway.

Oblivious is great, I love it. And Cassie is going to fit in with the rest of the Amazons pretty soon... DCUO Chapter 35: Fall of the Amazons Paradise, is in the eye of the beholder. What for some is Heaven, is for others Hell. But most would agree that a sub tropical island where there was never drought nor frost, famine or disease, inhabited by a stable population of physically powerful, sexually liberated, dangerously attractive and scientifically advanced warrior women who’d been blessed by the Gods with immortality was probably much closer to a Utopia than a Dystopia. ...unless you were in charge of enforcing said Utopia and were getting very bored with it after four thousand years. “So explain this to me simply, like you would a child or even a man because I’m getting very tired of your squabbling,” Queen Hippolyta said, long, calloused archer’s fingers rubbing her sunkissed temples before stroking her long blonde hair, “and want you two to both see how ridiculous you’re being.” The Queen of the Amazons leaned back in her hard, cold marble throne, fantastically long legs stretching out like those of a very bored predator about to spring. All of her 6’5 body was hard, efficient muscle, calves and thighs so taut they were flat, waist so firm her abs showed through her skin tight silk gown and her archer’s shoulders brimming with strength. Originally of Scythian stock, Hippolyta had a heart shaped face and blue eyes similar to her daughter Diana, but her hair was golden as the sun and hung straight down to her hips. Sub tropical sun had freckled her from nose down to her navel, the closest thing to a flaw on the immortal woman’s glorious body. Were she to be seen removed from context, it might be assumed this was either a heavily photoshopped model or professional athlete in her early twenties, but looks were very deceiving. Hippolyta had been a thousand years old when Troy fell after all and the rest of the island and palace were equally at odds with reality. Hippolyta’s palace throne room looked like something out of the bronze age: a rug of a chimera on the floor, columns reaching up to a vaulted ceiling, each carved with scenes of war and heroism. Armored guards flanked the Queen’s throne, bronze cuirasses carved to resemble the muscle beneath, and two petitioners knelt down in front of the Queen’s throne as if they were illiterate peasants. Apart from the obvious femininity and youth of the inhabitants, it would look like any recreation of a Minoan or Mycenean Palace, yet the topic of discussion was far different... “My Queen, with a just the work of a thousand of our sisters and the dedication of our super computers, we can forge enough war robots that we will never fear another invasion,” a dark haired Amazon who looked like an especially photogenic MMA fighter wearing just a tiny silk dress insisted to Hippolyta. “My Queen, please, ignore Zoe’s talk of technological solutions,” a tall, dark featured Amazon who could headline a fashion show insisted right back, “with enough of our sisters working enchantments, we could build a host of war golems that would make the very gates of hell shiver in fear!” “Enough of this ridiculousness, we are Amazons,” Hippolyta growled angrily, “we will not destroy this island mining metal for either of these ideas and we will stand or fall based on the strengths of our own arms. By relying on such devices we will soften and rot from within. I will not hear another proposal for war robots or golems or war machines or mass magical barriers again, you are dismissed.” “Yes, my Queen,” both Amazon scientists sighed, lowering their heads and then standing before leaving. Hippolyta rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, hours of hearing proposals could tax even an immortal’s patience. “What’s next on the list Phillipus?” the Queen said, “jumping off of a cliff perhaps?” She spoke to a 6’6 tower of onyx hammered into the shape of a gorgeous woman. Where the Queen had the litheness of a horse archer, her General had the brutal might of a close in fighter. Both her dark skin and ancient armor was covered in old scars, while her body had more bulk than most Amazons, Phillipus having the largest chest on the island now that Diana was in Man’s World. “The head of Gaia’s priesthood, suggesting that we use divine magic to create plant based servitors,” Phillipus told her, the armored general pulling out not a scroll but an advanced tablet that could put human super computers to shame to check her list off, “it does not technically breach your latest ban…” “No, absolutely not. Nothing automized even after our losses,” Hippolyta groaned, “I have said my piece and laid down my law, why do our sisters tax me so?” Phillipus put away the tablet, looking up her monarch and lover’s body. From the flex of her delicate ankles to the frown on her lean face, the Queen imminated irritation and exhaustion. Of course, looking at the Queen’s mental state ment looking at Hippolyta too, who was a long, lean and luscious an example of athletic femininity as their race had ever produced. “Not at the moment, my General,” the Queen said with a coy smile, “there are still requests to hear that don’t involve something that would ruin us as a kingdom.” “I know our people have been fractious of late, my Queen. Our laws were not made to deal with population loss…,” the General offered, eyes going from the Queen’s legs to her glorious blue eyes, “the battles the past few years were worse than Troy…” Themyscira had been invaded twice in the last ten years, once by an army of monsters led by Ares sons eager to break open the door to the War God’s prison in the center of the island and once by the dread forces of Apokolips. Although they’d been victorious each time, the Amazons had taken casualties and their small population was not built to absorb losses. “We are below eight thousand my Queen, far too few for a proper phalanx,” Phillipus offered the Queen, continuing despite the frown on the blonde monarch’s perfect brow, “every squad has an empty seat at the mess table. And it is near three thousand years since Diana, the last child of the island was birthed. Perhaps it is time to lift the ban on Hera’s Rites…” “And let a tenth of our sisterhood become...become...so...rotund and lower our numbers even lower for a year,” Hippolyta seethed, near hissing, “no, not until we have word from the oracles that such a course is wise. We may be scientists and mystics but we are also warriors, I will not see so many of us become…” Phillipus smiled at her love’s ranting, choosing a choice moment to interrupt, “Fat, my Queen?” The Queen rounded on her general, so fast that her skirts whirled up to show every inch of her firm legs. “You know damn well not to speak of that word around me,” Hippolyta hissed, blue eyes glaring at her lover with fiery intensity. The Amazonian General smiled, “Of course...although I do remember how adorably cute you were when with child. So full of cheek, big of breast, wide of hip and plump of belly…” “Stop it,” the slim Queen seethed, face going red. “Always begging for more food until you started begging for a belly rub,” the General went on, “by the end you’d just point at your mouth and expect to be fed…” “I swear, I will have your head for another word!” Hippolyta raged, “Lover or not, Phillipus!” “Even when you were so big you had to have help getting up,” the muscular Phillipus went on, “I remember how you huffed and puffed so loudly trying to get back in shape afterwards…” “Enough! No I was...unwise to be so pampered when carrying Diana,” Hippolyta said, flushing red as a beat, “if anything the entire tradition of fattening up our pregnant sisters was nothing but pride, it should have been banned long ago…its, well its, nothing but a reminder that we shouldn’t rush into mass reproduction...especially with the lottery system which does not take vital roles into account…” “Especially as you had your name drawn by the Priestess of Hera for first in the ritual?” Phillipus grinned at her, “I must admit I was shocked as well, the odds you’d be impregnated again were eight thousand to one but the look on your face was perfect. Being so big did suit you so well, its like you were born for it my Queen…” “I...I’m going riding!” the Queen of the Amazons near screeched, twirling on her graceful heel and stalking towards the stables. ….. Minutes later, Hippolyta burst out of the palace stables like an arrow from the bow. She was on the stirrupless saddle of her favorite charger and save for her bracers and sandals as naked as the day she was born. The Queen’s chiseled waist, long powerful legs and taut, pert rear end were each a boast to how fit she was as a warrior and as a ruler. Her eyes were afire with fury and those who saw her thought Artemis the Goddess of the Hunt herself had come among them. “Hiiiyaaaahhh!” the Queen shouted, ululating the traditional amazonian war cry as her charger burst from the palace. The Amazon’s only city was smaller than most American towns, with a foot print even smaller. Its tall spires gleamed, stone reinforced with the magical element feminium and the gladiatorial arena and temples for the Olympians were deeply at odds with the underground Large Haledron Collidor and Cold Fusion power plant. Although the Amazons appeared primitive they were one of the most advanced cities on Earth both magically and technologically, but Hippolyta had insisted her sisters not lose track of their past or become slaves to their machines, keeping most of their technology hidden and depending on magic only for a minimum of healing. ‘We must remember our purpose, we are warriors of the Gods,” she muttered to herself as the wind whipped by, “were we to depend too much on either technology or magic we would lose ourselves…” An image of the Queen as she had been when pregnant shot through Hippolyta’s mind. Of being imprisoned in a cage of her own lard, of having fingers so thick she could barely make a fist, of ankles so swollen she couldn’t stand, of an ass so fat it got stuck in the palace gates… “Ugh, never again!” the Queen promised herself, ‘Damn Phillipus for bringing it up, I hadn’t thought of being so awfully fat since Diana went through that chubby phase…” Furious with her consort for bringing up the most humiliating two years of her five millennium of existence, the Queen spurred her horse on into the thick wood lands that covered most of the island. Ignoring the dark storm clouds filling the northern sky, Hippolyta soon spooked up a massive wild boar. Drawing an arrow from her quiver, the Queen hauled back on her recurve bow, an enchanted weapon that multiple semi trucks couldn’t pull the string on. Wonder Woman’s mother pulled it back with one clean breath, loosing it at the boar only for a gust of wind to drive the arrow into a tree root. The boar ran off squealing and a cursing Hippolyta rode after it in pursuit, leaning from her saddle to pull the arrow free. “Damn it all, why must I be vexed today?” Hippolyta growled, long blonde hair whipping past the leaves of the forest. Pursuing the boar was difficult. Her charger was both enchanted and scientifically enhanced to be faster than a sports car, but the trees let the boar weave and bob, not letting the horse build up speed. Hippolyta of course was faster still and so durable she could have shot through the thickest oak, but the lithe Queen had herself banned the use of Amazonian powers for mundane tasks. Depending too much on the mental and physical gifts of the Gods would make them soft, after all… Charging after the pig carried Hippolyta far from her home, over hills and through woods towards a deserted beach. The air rumbled with thunder, the sky grew dark and beads of fat rain began soaking the Queen’s quite naked figure. Uncaring of the elements, Hippolyta chased the pig along a trail, right behind it as it turned a corner. “NO!” the Queen roared, seeing not a pig but an immense, snow white cow standing across from her. Hippolyta’s horse reared, throwing even the veteran equestrian. She tumbled from her saddle, hitting the ground shoulder first and rolling, falling off of a cliff and down to the beach. Immediately the immortal Queen righted herself, jumping up to her feet in a nimble display of athletic prowess. “Hera,” the not even bruised Amazon whispered, taking in the massive bulk of the cow. The bovine was immense, taller than Hippolyta at the shoulder and impressively muscular. Clearly feminine by its immense, swaying udders, the cow had a rack of horns big enough for hte 6’5 Queen to lay across. The Monarch was certain that this animal wasn’t mortal, no beast of the Amazon’s herds was so magnificent, it had to be a manifestation of Hera, goddess of women and mothers. The divine animal gave one great “MOOO!” and then walked into the jungle, leaves closing behind it to block it from view. “What does this mean?” Hippolyta asked herself, wiping sand from her face and bending for her bow. The Queen paused, looking down in terror at her bow. She’d had the weapon for long centuries, through many wars but now...now the fell weapon was snapped irreparably in half! Hippolyta’s mouth hung open, looking at the very symbol of her status as a warrior being destroyed… “Hera, no, you can’t mean me too…,” the Amazon Queen stammered, rain beginning to fall down in sheets while lightning lit the sky bright as noon. Ignoring the storm, Hippolyta stood bare on the beach, hair whipping behind her and broken bow in hand. This couldn’t be an omen that she must set her identity as a warrior aside and kneel before Hera, it absolutely couldn’t be! But she struggled to guess at what else the omen could mean… A loud foghorn interrupted Hippolyta’s musing. In the midst of the Hurricane, the Queen turned to see a massive shape looming over the waves. She’d seen the images of human’s gigantic, wasteful ships from pictures Diana had sent, but never had Hippolyta imagined seeing one so close! Growling in anger that humans had violated her island’s home waters, which were metaphysically near impossible to reach, the Queen leapt into the air. Flying into the hurricane winds, the soaked monarch slammed into the deck hard enough to dent it. She paced among the towering cargo containers, roaring over the storm. “You intrude sons of men on the isle of Themyscira, turn this ship around and leave if you value your lives!” Hippolyta shouted, to no reaction. Puzzled, the Queen leapt towards the bridge, sandals shattering the window. Inside, she found only automated equipment that was going haywire as it crossed the island’s magical inner waters, Themyscira looming closer and closer. “What is this? A ship of machines? Yet more evidence to not mingle with Man’s world,” Hippolyta sneered, the ship rumbling beneath her as it grounded itself on a sandbar. She leapt down onto the deck, determined to pick this ship up and throw it away from her island. The impact caused a cargo container to fall, its doors bursting open and the contents pouring out in a tidal wave. Thousands of bio-plastic wrapped pies bearing the curvacious face of Starfire spilled over the Queen, burying Hippolyta in a wave. Angry beyond words, the greatest warrior of the Amazons dug her way free, exploding outwards covered in pie filling and absolutely furious. “This, this is an insult that can’t be ignored! There will be war for this, on all of Man’s World until its cities burn and, and and…,” Hippolyta’s rant trailed off, tongue licking sticky filling off of her lips, “and this...this is pretty good…”

I"m interested in seeing what's going to happen with this! Two pieces of constructive criticism: you have a lot of gaps between your sentences. I'm not sure what you're writing on so it might be hard to alter, but it flows better if there's smaller gaps. Maybe a little more description of the characters physicality. Are they tall/short, thin/curvy, muscluar/soft etc.

A very short update and lead in for the next big chapters... Cassie Sandsmark was having an absolutely shit week. For one thing, Wonder Girl had been pulled from Titans Tower, with easy access to Jump City if you could fly across the bay, all the way to the middle of Nowhere, Virginia to baby sit her Aunt Diana’s new girlfriend. Granted, she wasn’t going to ever say no to Aunt Diana, who meant the world to her and had been Cassie’s hero since she was a little nerdlet instead of a badass super strong, super hot jock. But this meant being far away from anyone else her age who likely wasn’t a toothless redneck and especially her boyfriend Superboy, effectively abandoning him to that shape changing Martian slut. And speaking of shape changing… The blonde Wonder Girl had spent several hard years remaking herself from bespectacled dork into a genuine badass able to dominate the cover of either Muscle and Fitness or Maxim. Unlike Diana or Donna, she was American born, her mother a once world trotting tomb raider and her father the Olympian God Zeus himself. It had taken time, but Cassie had blossomed from annoying side kick to hard fighting heroine in her own right. On the edge of being tall at 5’8, Cassie’s was leggy, lean and fit, her taut size four skinny jeans clinging to muscular runner’s legs and her belly exposing cuirass showed off bronzed abs. Add in her natural blonde hair and shining blue eyes and the college freshman was not just a knock out, but one who knew it. Granted she didn’t have the ...Olympian level assets that had strained Diana and Donna’s cuirasses even at their leanest. But as her mentors began to rapidly blow up into embarrassingly fat parodies of themselves, Cassie was suddenly fine to have a naturally low body fat. Unfortunately, Starfire bringing back the complimentary donuts from Starrware meant Sandsmark was going to follow her mentors shortly… “Ugh, hurry up you fatasses,” Cassie groaned internally, rolling her blue eyes as the line at the super market slowly, slowly moved, “do you have enough junk food?” The line of shoppers in front of her was pretty heavy set, unknowingly infected by a pandemic Wonder Woman had spread at a trip to this very store when still thin enough for baggy clothes to hide her chunk. And they did have a lot of junk food at hand, meaning Cassie was very late to return to Aunt Diana’s place and had been in line the better part of twenty minutes before she put her groceries onto the conveyor belt… “Thank Zeus, I hate waiting in line like a normal person,” the arrogant young heroine said, adjusting her very pinching blue jeans as her groceries were rung up. The moment Cassie had semi willingly bit into one of the new donuts Starfire had brought to the tower, the athlete’s metabolism had plunged to that of a pregnant, hibernating bear, while her preferences had gone from lean protein and veggies to fatty burgers, dairy and sugar. The athletic girl was getting lazier by the day, having forgotten she hadn’t trained that day and not thinking about how she needed to exercise the next. “God, could the lunch lady arms on that check out lady shake any faster? She’s barely older than me, what a laugh that she’s that fat,” Cassie snorted to herself, trying to tug her jeans looser. Two weeks since her contamination and Sandsmark had gained thirty pounds at record speed, only fitting into her clothes because of how much muscle she’d lost at the same time. A double chin bulged under her once firm jawline unless she looked straight ahead, robbing her of the fierce beauty she’d only recently gained and making her look cute. Soft thigh fat puffed through her the holes of her expensive, distressed jeans, while new holes were forming where her inner thighs had started rubbing. The pant’s zipper was down, unable to be pulled up and her button was straining across what had been a tight six pack and was a week from full on beer belly. Soft tummy fat rolled over her jeans, the belly shirt meant to show off Cassie’s abs only displaying her inactivity and over consumption. Similarly, when she swiped her debit card, her biceps didn’t flex, instead a faint jiggle going over her softening arms, one that hit her budding double chin but didn’t go to her barely changed breasts. “You know, we have an excellent sweat pants section,” the freshly obese clerk told the chubette heroine. “Ha, no thanks. Why would I need that?” Cassie laughed, bending to pick her heavy boxes of baked goods from the stand, “sweat pants are for fat girls.” Wonder Girl’s button popped at the motion, letting her starter paunch surge free. The oblivious chubette walked from the store, thickening thighs and belly more than enough to keep her pants up, flying off once she got behind the store. Diana’s house wasn’t too far if you could fly, the formerly fit heroine landing in the front yard ...and immediately hearing the rampant, breathless fucking coming from inside. “Ugh, glad I missed that,” Cassie said to herself, “I always had a bit of a girl crush on Diana but she’s really let herself go.” Setting down the stacked boxes of fat girl snacks she’d thought her heavy set Aunt Diana and Aunt Donna would probably like, Zeus they’d gotten fat, into the side car of Diana’s motorcycle, Cassie sat astride the vehicle and pulled her phone from her taut back pocket. Ignoring the slight rip of seams between her thighs, the thickening power house began checking her texts… “Kara, huh, wonder what she’s been up to lately?” Cassie said as her phone loaded slowly thanks to Diana’s shitty signa thanks to living in the hills, “she was getting pretty porky lately…” Unthinking, Cassie flicked open a box of pastries freshly delivered from subterranean farms in New York, biting into the rich icing, flaky crust and decadent filling. “Wonder *munch* why everyone’s getting so *crunch* chunky lately? Do they not have any self control?” Wonder Girl asked herself as she started reading a distress signal...

In CK3, you play as a (hopefully) successive series of medieval monarchs. There's a stress mechanic where your character can gain stress from defeats, deaths of close friends, injuries and having to raise children. To counter this, there's a hunting activity and a feast activity that both lower stress. The more you go to feasts, the chances are the more you get traits like "reveler' that make you get invited to more feasts and the more powerful you are, the more feasts you get invited too. Feasts can also make people like you more, which is good to balance your vassals. While hunting lowers the character's weight, the feast activity raises the character's weight and with enough feasts the character becomes obese. I had a ruler who was a powerful, amazonian warrior queen in her 20s and obese in her 30s after a long peace and a lot of feast invites. At some point I should write a one shot on it.

Great job with the action here, and describing how the elf looks so cute and cherubic!

great to see that people still have interest in this, I'll get to any needed prompts this weekend.

Considering that mermaids were misidentified mannatees, Aerial should've been such a lardass legs wouldn't have helped her walk.

I know a lot of it is perspective, but she looks like she could squat a dump truck with thighs that thick

loved it! particularly the ending!

It's an interesting start.

One of the closer ones was the show just shoot me, which had an episode where the female lead had an awful date with a guy who was looking at some thinner woman instead of her, then dated a handsome, non judgemental feeder and gained some weight. The deal breaker wasn't weight, the idea that a handsome guy would find her attractive no matter what she ate was a turn on, but that he turned out to be just as appearance focused and shallow as the first guy, looking at a fatter woman then her on a date

I don't understand, "finish?"

Just staying in character

Your morphs are fucking classic dude.

Its essentially Fat Princess. Things are going to pick up for Karen for quite a while...